Day 0:
I woke up early the day of Thursday, January 7, to catch my morning flight out of LAX. After a viewing of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and a brief nap, I found myself in Dallas, Texas. The layover at DFW was pretty short, so there wasn’t much time to waste. We took a pit stop at the Duty Free store and grabbed a bottle Cazadores Resposado. Apparently tequila is something of a novelty in France… I didn’t need much convincing. I’m trying out this new thing where I try to take advantage of every opportunity that presents itself to me. So far, it’s been rewarding.
The foreign experience started before I even arrive to Paris. Small things like Emergency Evacuation Instructions and neighboring conversations on the flight ease me into the new world I'm about to live in. I could have sworn the flight attendants got more and more French the closer we came to Paris. 13 hours of flight + 9 hours lost in time change = Day 0.
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